This NPC really has a problem

"The details of this game are well designed." The gentle scum stretched out his hand, and lightly stroked the delicate patterns protruding from the wallpaper. "The wallpaper feels real to the touch, and the patterns seem to have been designed separately."

"What's the point?" Defective leaned over and asked.

The gentle scum shook his head: "I don't know, but it looks pretty good."

They were wiped out on the first night, and all survived the night after the copy was reset, but they were basically active in the living room and hadn't carefully observed other corners of the hut.After Bai Zhui followed Mr. Lu to the kitchen, the other three were studying the wallpaper in the stairwell.

There are large patches of roses on the wallpaper, and the three of them communicated from the flower language of roses to the legend of roses, and came to the conclusion that the wallpaper seems to be just wallpaper.

Twenty minutes later, they came to the corner of the stairs.

There was a calendar hanging on the wall at the corner. When they entered the book for the first time, they found that the bad guy and the black-framed glasses glanced at it casually and didn't care, but the gentle scum was stunned in front of the calendar.

Bad wanted to continue walking upstairs, but the gentle scum grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?" The bad guy wondered.

Sven scum: "Look at this calendar."

Bad and the black-rimmed glasses came together: "Isn't it the same book I saw last time?"

"...The date has changed. When we came last time, the calendar showed December 12th." The gentle scum said in a difficult tone, "But now, it has become the 11th."

Bad said casually: "Nonsense, it's been a day, isn't it the 12th, is it still the 11th..."

He stopped talking while talking.

That's right, isn't the copy reset?

Shouldn't it be the 11th on the calendar?

Bai Zhu froze all over.

"Miss Bai," Mr. Lu grabbed her wrist, "You..."

He looked at the pool regretfully: "You dropped all the red beans into the sewer."

Bai Zhu lowered his head in a daze, only to realize that he forgot to put a basin under it when he was distracted. The red beans were washed and dropped, and the bottom of the pool was covered with a miserable layer, and many of them fell into the sewer along the spout.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Bai Zhu frantically went to grab the red beans.

Mr. Lu felt sorry for the few red beans he had left, so he rescued them together, and finally managed to save half of them.

Bai Zhu looked dejectedly at the drain that had swallowed half of Mr. Lu's red beans, and was guilty of not daring to look at Mr. Lu.

In a horror game, if you are beaten to death by an angry NPC for wasting the NPC's ingredients... this way of overturning the car will make Xu Yan and the others laugh to death!

Mr. Lu was distressed, but he didn't get angry with Bai Zhu. After wiping off the water on his hands, he patted Bai Zhu's shoulder in a good temper and said, "You must have a good rest at night, otherwise you will lose energy during the day. You Go upstairs and rest for a while, I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready."

Obviously the opposite is only an NPC in the game, Bai Zhu felt even more ashamed for some reason.

"I'm sorry, I really troubled Mr. Lu."

"No trouble," Mr. Lu said in a gentle voice, as if he always had a hint of a smile on his face, "Go to sleep well."

Such a voice, such a voice, such a character...

Four words popped up in Bai Zhu's mind for no reason.

Central air conditioning.

Is a game that can make important NPCs of this kind really a serious horror game? !

Bai Zhu, so sleepy that his brain was rusty, was pushed out of the kitchen by Mr. Lu in a daze.

After closing the kitchen door, Mr. Lu heaved a sigh of relief looking at the half plate of red beans on the processing table.

At any rate, the remaining red beans were saved.

In reality, like most young people, Bai Zhu is used to staying up late, a nutrient solution, all night until dawn, and not sleeping at night will not affect the life of the next day at all.But the "tiredness" message that the game feeds back to the player is so real that she feels like she is sleepwalking when she walks, and every step seems to be stepping on cotton.

She was pulled as she walked around the corner of the stairs and barely fell to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Bai Zhu looked at his three sneaky companions with a mentally retarded look.

"Shhh—" the black-rimmed glasses gestured for silence, and lowered his voice, "We discovered a very scary thing."

Bai Zhu said: "What a coincidence, I am too."

She remembered the weird knives she saw in the kitchen.

Mr. Lu loves sweets, so he added a lot of sugar when cooking red beans.

Put another half spoonful.He looked at the spoon full of sugar and said to himself in his heart.

He added sugar, water, and all kinds of things always very carefully, as if he wanted to measure water with a measuring cylinder and weigh sugar with a scale.Mr. Lu held the handle of the spoon and carefully poured it into the pot——

Bang!

Mr. Lu was so startled that his hands shook, and he added a spoonful of sugar.He frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a bloody handprint on the glass window of the kitchen.

There was no one outside the window.

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Lu put the lid on the pot. After setting the time for the pressure cooker, he took off the towel on the wall, wiped his hands and left the kitchen.

Mr. Lu is very concerned about his hut and cleans it every day.Right now, the kitchen window was full of dirt, and his heart seemed to be blocked by something, which made him very uncomfortable.

The kitchen window was broken and could not be opened. He had to go out and wipe the bloody handprints on the window.Before the snow stopped, Mr. Lu put on his overcoat, scarf and gloves, and went out fully armed.

As soon as the door opened, the hood was almost blown off by the oncoming danger, and Mr. Lu quickly pulled it away.The snow wind made his face hurt, Mr. Lu grabbed the rag tightly, thinking of a quick fix, he stepped into the snow.

The snow had already covered the bottom three steps. Even though Mr. Lu was tall and had long legs, the snow still reached his calf after stepping into the snow.

Mr. Lu walked with difficulty to the back of the hut with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

"Did you hear the sound of the door opening?" Bai Zhu asked.

It was obvious that they had heard everything, and the four of them looked downstairs.The unmelted snow behind the door proved that it had just been opened.

Bai Zhu went downstairs first, and she went directly to the kitchen, but there was no one in the kitchen.

She saw bloody handprints in the window at a glance.

"Fuck," the bad guy who followed into the kitchen was shocked, "This ghost can also make trouble during the day?"

Bai Zhu cautiously walked towards the window slowly, and stopped at a distance of more than 20 centimeters from the window, which was far enough for her to see that the bloody handprint was printed on the outside of the window.

She tentatively reached out and touched it lightly.

"Hello."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the kitchen.

Bai Zhu withdrew his hand abruptly.

"Who?" she shouted.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

The greeting before was too short, Bai Zhu was startled and couldn't hear where it came from, but he heard it clearly the second time.

That voice came from the bottom locker.

Mr. Lu felt that he was going to become a snowman.

The knee-high snow is too difficult to walk. Mr. Lu never thought that going around the back of the hut would be such a difficult task. After walking for a while, a layer of snow has fallen on his body, and he can hear every step he takes. He heard the sound of snowflakes falling from him.

I'm so tired, I don't want to work hard anymore.

Mr. Lu stopped where he was and panted, feeling that the white mist he exhaled was about to freeze.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was a deep layer of gray, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of white paint.

Very shallow, very shallow, like a layer of fine salt sprinkled on a gray chopping board.

The sky seems to be far away from him, it seems that the world is a bit empty, but also seems to be very close to him, Mr. Lu feels a little depressed.Snowflakes fell into his eyes, Mr. Lu lowered his head, blinked uncomfortably, then raised his legs and continued to walk behind the house.

Bai Zhu subconsciously moved away from the locker, but his voice softened: "Who are you?"

"I, like you, am a traveler who has come to travel in the mountains," the voice replied.

The source of the sound was too strange, Bai Zhu felt that the person who owned the thing in the locker might have to add double quotation marks.

"I'm really a traveler!" The "person" in the locker seemed to sense Bai Zhu's suspicion from her silence, and said eagerly, "You just came here, and you don't even know where this place is... I and You are the same people, and I am here to help you!"

Bai Zhu didn't believe it very much, she asked, "Why can't you speak louder?"

"If you speak too loudly, that guy will hear you." The voice of the "man" trembled, sounding very scared.

"That guy?" Bai Zhu asked, "Are you talking about Mr. Lu?"

"Yes, that's the owner of this hut!" said the "man", "I hid here to avoid him, and it took me a long time to wait until he left the hut...but he will come back soon, you must remember me What to say next."

Bai Zhu and the others looked at each other, and said, "Go ahead."

"The owner of this hut is a demon who specializes in killing passers-by," the voice of the "person" was even lower, "This snow will last for a long time, if you go out, you will be frozen to death, and if you stay, you will die." To be killed by that guy. There is only one way to survive."

The four subconsciously held their breath.

"That is……"

The sound stopped abruptly.

"What are you squatting here for?" Someone knocked on the window.

Unknowingly, the four squatting in front of the locker looked together, and then saw Mr. Lu who looked at them speechlessly.

Mr. Lu just asked, not intending to get an answer.Even if he wanted to know their reasons, he wouldn't listen outside, it was so cold outside.

He quickly wiped off the blood under the stares of the four dazed eyes, and walked back with difficulty.

Four people: "..."

After Mr. Lu left, the things in the locker continued: "The way is, if someone knocks on the door after midnight, you must open the door."

"Those who were killed by him will come back to take revenge at that time!"

As if urged by something, the "person" sped up his speech: "I hid a note on the fourth shelf in the study...there is the truth you want to know!"